Hell wasn’t so bad. Hell was hot and humid but it wasn’t awful, and the people there weren’t so bad either. Not all of them even belonged there, some had just wandered in from the spirit world. Some people took it upon themselves to delve deeper into or escape from hell. Those that braved Hell’s second circle were usually deterred by the swift, angry river that separated them from it, but those who weren’t usually turned up with broken necks and shattered bones at best and not at all at worst. Those who tried to escape into the spirit world usually returned blind and reluctant to talk about what made them so.
Homes had been made in Hell. In large settlements and in smaller towns built around some strange and powerful items. Like an iron statue of Lucifer, built as a show of devotion by devils who could not touch the metal or else burn themselves as if they had pressed their hands on a burning stove, or a battered a